Short Short

At night he would lie with his head in her lap, tonguing the newly formed skin, learning its salty smoothness. He liked that these new, shiny patches had yet to suffer the abuse of daily living. more »

Longer Poetry

Nonfiction

We sing as we drive - a song we make up about moose. Going on a moose hunt… That's all we have, so we sing this chorus over and over and dance wildly in our seats, beating time on the dashboard. We lost radio reception a while back, soon after... more »

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In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was the light that would shine in the darkness, even to the ends of the Restaurant,
but the darkness did not comprehend the light, nor the Restaurant the Word
nor I the... more »

Nonfiction

Along with the more famous PBS television programs of the late 80s, Reading Rainbow and Sesame Street, I watched a show called The Letter People. Brightly colored characters shaped like letters of the alphabet frolicked and sang together, all in... more »

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Nonfiction

Scene: in the backseat of a Jeep, the view cropped ragged by a gray wool blanket wrapped around the camera. Our view, shrunken into tunnel vision, moves in steps and lurches: we see the empty bucket of the driver’s seat, see the front dash and... more »

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Everyone knows the story, but no one knows how it actually happened. The story is that George chopped down the cherry tree, and said, “Father, I cannot tell a lie, it was I who chopped down the cherry tree.” Here is how it actually happened. more »